Gossamer

A lone she wolf can be seen slinking through the snow, each paw step making barely a whisper as she goes. She blends well with the environment, even her eyes are white as the frost on the ground.
If you were to dare come closer you would see a scowl across her face, a slight upturning of her lip as she went deeper into the mountains.
She brought news of the lands beyond, news of what other packs thought of Xoterra.
Many thought it was a cult, others thought they didn't exist. She learned quickly not to speak of her true origins.
The wind picked up around her and a scent wafted past her pale nose, a full snarl formed on her lips as she looked up. An indistinct figure looked down upon her, a blurry figure of a wolf with glowing white eyes.
"You know who I am, let me pass." she snapped, hackles raised high along her back.
The creature blinked, she felt a stinging in her brain, a slight fuzziness that felt like when your leg fell asleep. She shook her head vigorously and the feeling was gone; as was the guardian on the hill.
"I hate that thing." she grumbled under her breath, continuing along her way, her path headed to the highest peak of the mountain.